As heaven poured out,
I stood there
Crying my heart out.
It was so painful,
So painful
That I just want to go away.
You were the tenth,
But it's okay,
I'm used to repeatedly die.
It was a routine:
I'll love;
I'll be loved in return,
But in the end,
I'll be left
Alone,
Broken,
Shattered, and
Hurt.
